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Arwen's Sordid Negotiation
by Arwen (arwen_undomiel_elvish@yahoo.com)

***

Arwen takes it upon herself to make visiting barbarians 
more reasonable, but will she be able to do it behind 
her lord and husbands back without being caught? (MMF, 
reluc, wife, oral, anal, orgy, fantasy)

***

Arwen's eyes sagged as she listened dully to the 
ranting between her husband, King Aragorn and his 
'guest', GrimLord Torl Bain. For once the bellowing 
between her Lord Aragorn and the visiting barbarian 
king took the eyes of Bain's troop off her. With a 
dismissive shake of her head she listened as they 
howled back and forth over disputed lands or some such. 
Turning her eyes to the side, she noticed the one that 
had not diverted his attention from her.

Tobias stood guard by the door, his clear blue eyes 
peering from beneath his helm, not watching any of 
Bain's men, but instead fixated on the gentle curves of 
Queen Arwen. He was already scheming in his mind about 
how he would get her alone again after the meeting, the 
sweet feel of her juices still on his member from their 
brief tossle before this council session. Tightening 
his grip on his sword, he gazed at her, wishing she 
would turn his way for but a moment, but he was 
patient.

Resuming her vague attention on the heated debate 
between her husband and the barbarian king, Arwen 
considered what to do about Tobias. She was very fond 
of his attentions, but his lust was making him 
indiscreet. Why just before the meeting he had snuck 
her away and took her in an empty room. She even heard 
Aragorn and his guards pass by as Tobias furiously 
screwed her against a cold stone wall. With a curl of a 
smile and a subtle glare to Aragorn, she thought 
perhaps Tobias wasn't so bad after all. No, he has 
gotten out of hand, she'd have to figure out something 
to do about him.

After another long hour of bellowing and threats 
between King Aragorn and GrimLord Bain, the various 
chancellors convinced the two heated Lords to adjourn 
for the night. Aragorn was so incensed that he strode 
away, not even waiting for his entourage or even his 
weary Queen. In due course Arwen made her way from the 
hall in the midst of other officials and nobles of 
import. As she was briefly discussing the events with a 
wizened guildLord, her arm was grasped firmly but 
gently. 

"M'Lady Arwen, you seem fatigued, might I escort you?" 
asked a familiar voice. Turning, Arwen saw the handsome 
clear-eyed face of Tobias regarding her with poorly 
disguised admiration. 

"Yes...In a moment." Arwen replied, gently disengaging 
herself from Tobias's grip. The wizened guildLord 
raised an eyebrow at this rather familiar guard, 
certainly being improper just grasping no less than the 
Queen of the realm in such a brusque manner. Arwen gave 
the guildLord an embarrassed smile, finishing their 
conversation that concluded with an agreement that war 
is once again at hand.

Turning to Tobias, Arwen swept past him, the loyal 
guard following closely in his jingling armor and 
leathers. In a breathy whisper, Arwen said, "You must 
learn to stay your eagerness..."

"Yes Queen, of course you are right." Tobias replied, 
intoxicated by the scent of Mynari perfume trailing the 
Elven Queen, his eyes traveling up and down her body 
from behind, watching her ass sway under the full gown.

Going down a dimly lit hall, Arwen continued, "You put 
us both at risk, you have to measure your feelings."

Looking around, seeing no one about, only the sounds of 
chatter drifting in from remote hallways, Tobias once 
again firmly grasped Arwen's arm, pushing her up 
against the wall. Arwen jerked in the strong grip of 
the soldier, thudding up against the stone wall, eyes 
flared, shocked from the rapid jerking as if she was 
some sort of doll. Before she could berate her foolish 
guard, Tobias crushed his lips against her neck, 
licking and sucking hungrily, devouring her satiny 
skin, tasting the forest on the Elven beauty. 

He pressed her against the wall, grasping her soft 
breast in his gloved grip. Arwen gasped, eyes sagging, 
"Ahh... Idiot..." voice trailing off into a moan as she 
felt the hot lips on her neck. Looking back and forth 
down the empty hall, she twisted half-heartedly in his 
grasp, body reacting to the pawing and rubbing over her 
perky breast. "No... Tobias, no."

Tobias was hearing none of it, snapping open a button 
on the front of her dress and plunging his hand inside, 
over her bare soft tit. With a growl he pulled his hand 
out, using his teeth to strip off the glove, his other 
arm holding Arwen's slender body to his before sliding 
his bare hand back into her dress, rubbing her hot 
globe. "Stop..." Arwen whined as her nipple stiffened, 
putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him 
back. 

For a moment he just stared at her, and the obsession 
in his handsome blue eyes sent a heated flush through 
her. He then pushed her hand off his chest, taking the 
back of her head and kissed her roughly, his tongue 
burrowing into her mouth. Arwen trembled and kissed 
back hotly, licking his tongue, moaning into his mouth 
as her breast was rubbed and squeezed. Tobias pulled 
his hand from within her gown, sliding it down her body 
to cup and squeeze her delicate ass, feeling over the 
curve of it, rubbing deeply behind her to her inner 
thigh. 

Arwen moaned in response, kissing deeper, about to 
wrench herself away from this despite how truly good it 
felt. To her horror she heard the unmistakable sounds 
of a buckle being undone, Tobias still thrusting his 
tongue into her mouth, kissing her chin and neck. 
"Tobias no, please." Arwen begged, again looking up and 
down the empty hallway. She had to stop this madness, 
take control of this, get him into a chamber, anywhere 
but here.

"Shh...please... I need you Arwen, I love you," Tobias 
huffed as his hot breath went over her neck as he 
kissed her. Arwen once again pressed her hands against 
him, but he roughly thudded her back against the wall, 
now reaching down and lifting her gown, hiking it high 
up her thighs, exposing her slender pale legs to his 
rough fingers. 

"You're mad! You'll get us killed!" Arwen hissed, not 
knowing what to do. Tobias was lost, completely 
addicted to the need to be inside her Elven body, he'd 
rape her if he had to, she could see that, then they'd 
be doomed. Arwen gasped as her ass was taken and she 
was lifted up, her eyes widening at the feel of 
Tobias's strong cock slapping against the insides of 
her thighs, her legs being spread on either side of his 
muscled body. 

In a final desperate attempt at sanity, her fingers 
gripped his hair and pulled his head back from her 
neck. She was about to protest when with an angry lunge 
he thrust forward, spearing his hard prick deep into 
her satiny elfin pussy, the feel of her intimate Elven 
incomparable to that of a human. The words fled her as 
her eyes glazed, body jerking from Tobias's hard 
thrusts. Her grip on his hair lightened until she was 
merely stroking his head, legs wrapping around him 
tightly.

Tobias groaned into her neck, hands under her ass, 
kneading it hard, Arwen's gown bunched up between them 
as he thrust like mad inside her, jamming in and out of 
the wet heat of her royal pussy. With hot hard thuds he 
fucked up into the object of his obsession, pulling her 
at him as he pressed deeply inside her, skewering her 
with his hard cock.

Arwen clenched her fingers on him, digging in his hair, 
holding his back as he pumped inside her. Scared and 
intensely excited she looked this way and that, fully 
expecting Aragorn to round a corner any second and make 
her pay for her betrayal. As the wet heat in her pussy 
grew from the heavy fucking, her legs clenched tighter, 
squeezing him tight in her quim. Yes, she had to make 
him cum as fast as she could, that was the only way to 
stop this, or so she told herself. With tight deep 
grinds she started thrusting her hips at him, her 
calves against his legs, pulling him up and into her.

Hot wet lips found Arwen's ear, sucking on it and 
whispering as Tobias slathered his tongue over her 
sculpted tip, "Yes, I knew you wanted me too, you love 
me as much as I love you." Tobias thrust faster into 
her, driven insane by the feeling of her velvety pussy, 
her legs around him, urging him on. Arwen ground her 
pussy down hard around him, feeling their bodies merged 
completely, panting in his ear as she sweat into her 
gown. "Yes...yes..." she mewled into his ear, her pussy 
spasming and clenching tightly over him fucking tightly 
onto his cock. She wanted to scream as she came, but 
bit into the leather of his shoulder armor, growling 
into it, long raven hair spilling down his side as her 
pussy quivered and gushed over him.

"Gods!", grunted Tobias as he felt her cumming, the wet 
hot flow around his prick overwhelming him. With a few 
hard wild stabs into her silky sheath he held tight and 
came, spraying his hot ropes of cum deep inside her, 
claiming his Elven lady, and she was 'his' Elven lady. 
His hands squeezed and held her soft ass as he thrust 
slowly and deeply, spurting everything he had into her 
clenching pussy, groaning in ecstasy.

Arwen felt his releases, making her toes curl and legs 
clench. She purred and kissed his neck, and his head, 
gasping as she drained him of every glorious drop, 
feeling the wild thrill of another man spilling into 
her. For long moments they clung to each other, sweaty 
in the dark, still hallway. Then with a soft kiss, 
Arwen slid off of him gently, sighing as she felt his 
hot prick spring from her clasping pussy. She smoothed 
her gown down her legs as Tobias put away his sticky 
member, his eyes never leaving Arwen. 

She whispered, "That was wonderful, but we must to go 
now." Tugging on his arm and hoping he would follow, 
which he did. When they returned to the chambers, the 
guards in front of it snapped to attention, seemingly 
oblivious to the disheveled appearance of the Elven 
Queen. "Thank you for escorting me Tobias." Arwen 
offered demurely, standing outside the door to her 
husband's room with Tobias's cum slowly dripping down 
her leg.

"Of course Queen Arwen." Tobias replied, bowing low 
before leaving, casting many looks over his shoulder. 
Arwen peeked in the room, finding it dark, her 
exhausted husband in bed, asleep for which she was 
infinitely thankful. Padding through the room, she went 
to the washtub and quietly bathed herself in the 
moonlight as she dreamed about the wicked encounter, 
and thought about how to handle her Tobias problem.

The next morning, as she idly spoke with Aragorn about 
the upcoming day, the insanity of the previous night 
hit her. That fool Tobias nearly got them both killed. 
Aragorn was a reasonable man, but not if he were to 
find his wife being ravished by some sweaty guard. 
Tobias was out of hand, she cared for him, but this 
obsession was more than she bargained for. Perhaps some 
space between them would give them perspective, but 
how? He was part of her personal guard, and of course 
had done nothing wrong.

After dressing in a fine white gown, complete with gold 
lace trimming and silver embroidery, she joined her 
husband in the great hall for yet another interesting 
day of debate and thinly veiled scorn between Aragorn 
and this GrimLord Bain. She wondered why Aragorn would 
even allow this travesty to go on, but actually she 
knew the reason was that the War of the Ring had left 
Gondor's army very depleted. They were vulnerable from 
the barbarian hordes, but of course the barbarians had 
their own enemies as well. Mutual destruction was not 
what either of them wanted, so here they were, with 
Bain pressing to eke out a concession from Aragorn in 
exchange for peace.

During a recess, Arwen sat at a table, sipping some 
wine before a midmorning snack was served when she felt 
a gentle caress along the back of her neck. With a 
smile she turned her head up to look at her 
husband...and instead saw standing behind her Tobias, 
stoically looking about, his hand now at his side. 
Arwen looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen, 
but thankfully it appeared as no one had. She quickly 
stood up, giving him a slight smile before padding off, 
only to notice that he was discretely following her 
about the room. 

This must stop, she thought. Then, an inspired idea 
occurred to her. She instructed a servant to see to it 
that her guards were served good food, and while Tobias 
was engaged with a serving girl, ducked from the hall. 
Looking to see that he had not followed her, she 
quickly went to the guard captain's office.

The office was a small cramped room that smelled of 
torchsmoke and tobacco. The guard captain, Hadrian, was 
a middle-aged man with a face that while most likely 
handsome in his youth, had seen too many battles and 
too much misery. The guards feared his temper more than 
respected him, for he was gruff and abrasive with them, 
but fiercely loyal to Gondor and was important to 
purging those that thought that Aragorn had wrongly 
displaced the old Steward. For this he had won 
Aragorn's support and admiration.

"Queen Arwen!" barked Hadrian as he rose from his desk, 
snapping to attention.

"Captain Hadrian, we need to speak about Tobias." Arwen 
said, moving into the room over by the desk. As the 
captain relaxed, he stroked one of his oiled mustaches 
and listened. "Would be possible for him to be... 
reassigned for a time?" seeing his expression darken, 
she quickly added "No no, he hasn't done anything, I 
just feel that I need a change in attendants." Arwen 
knew her story sounded poor as she said it, and could 
tell the captain was suspicious as well.

"I see." was the simple reply from the captain, 
grumbling into his mustache. "I could put him on tower 
duty, I suppose. I always felt he was a shifty one 
anyway." Arwen sighed, knowing him being in a guard 
tower would not nearly keep him away from her.

"Maybe something more remote, for a time." Arwen 
offered, hoping he would suggest a suitable 
alternative.

"Arwen I can't just ship him off, I have people to 
answer to as well. Frankly, I'm concerned he did do 
something, this is unusual." The watched her steadily, 
seeing her obviously hiding something.

Arwen swallowed hard, taking a deep breath "I think he 
is... attached to me." Looking at the captain demurely.

"That oaf, by god I'll teach him a thing or two!" 
Hadrian smacked his fist into his palm. Arwen went over 
and put her hand on his chest "No no, just move him 
elsewhere, and please don't tell anyone why. I can't go 
to Aragorn about this..." Arwen laid her head on his 
chest, whimpering, trying to play on the captains pity.

"Okay, okay lass, I'll take care of it, don't you 
worry." His arm went around her waist, she felt his 
rough hand on her lower back, rubbing gently.

"Thank you, I knew you would help me." Arwen smiled 
secretly into his chest, thinking her problem solved 
when she felt the captains hand slide down a little, 
lightly touching the top of her ass before drifting 
back up to its proper place. She tensed, remaining 
against him, feeling him breathing harder, the room 
deathly quiet as naughty thoughts raced through Arwen's 
mind. 

She knew he might still tell someone, unless he could 
be really made to keep quiet about his motivations. The 
fingers on her lower back rubbed a little, digging in 
slightly. She chewed on her lip, knowing her growing 
desire was unwise, but talking herself quickly into 
believing that she had no choice. 

With a nervous tremble, she slowly lowered herself, 
sinking down to her knees in front of Captain Hadrian. 
Almost as if in a spell, his hands went into her dark 
hair, stroking the silky strands, afraid to say 
anything or even look down at the Elven treasure at his 
groin. Arwen quickly undid his cloth breeches, and with 
shaky fingers drew out his sweaty and rapidly 
stiffening cock. She heard and felt him gasp at the 
feel of her fingers on his shaft, and he let out a deep 
groan as Arwen slid her hot mouth over it, taking it in 
deep, licking around the thickening member. 

The captain in a daze held her head tighter, groaning 
and panting. He'd always had the idle fantasy about 
Arwen, just as every man in the castle had, but here 
she was, sucking on him eagerly. All thought of duty 
and honor were gone as he rubbed her hair, leaning his 
head back and enjoying the pleasures of her hot 
slurping Elven mouth. The satiny smooth heat of her 
tongue and lips nearly drove him mad, the feel of her 
soaking into him through his prick, ruining other women 
for him.

Arwen licked and sucked faster, tasting the musky sweat 
on his cock, bobbing her head back and forth, dashing 
her tongue all over the head. She could taste the salty 
ooze leak into her mouth, swallowing it and sucking 
faster, getting more worked up, her pussy damp under 
her dress as she worked on the experienced captain's 
cock.

"Ahh...ahhh..." the captain grunted, clenching his jaw 
as he felt himself drawing close, a fleeting thought 
about pulling out so as not to soil the Queen's royal 
mouth. That thought was banished as he gripped her head 
tightly, keeping her lips deep down his prick as it 
jumped and sprayed hot cum into her mouth.

Arwen moaned around the captains hot spewing cock, 
tasting the thick musky cum, swallowing over and over 
and taking it as deep into her mouth as she could. With 
long hard licks over the shaft in her mouth she drew 
out all his heavy seed, feeling him relaxing before 
slowly pulling back and swallowing the last of the 
steamy cum. Arwen flushed, coming to her senses as she 
replaced his cock back into his pants, halfway 
buttoning him before turning and standing, going to the 
door without looking back at him. Arwen muttered to the 
door, "Not a word now... do this for me, please." 
pausing until she heard his reply.

"Yes." coughing to clear his throat "Yes of course..." 
Arwen nodded and quickly slipped out, licking her lips 
as she returned to the great hall.

Still flustered over her lewd and adulterous act with 
yet another member of the court, Arwen saw Aragorn 
approaching. She still had the strong heavy taste of 
cum in her mouth, and if Aragorn kissed her he'd 
know...he'd know. Quickly stealing a glass of wine from 
a server, she downed it greedily, swishing it a little 
before giving Aragorn a soft smile as he came to her. 
He raised an eyebrow at her brisk drinking, then smiled 
and went to kiss her, which she skillfully turned into 
a cheek kiss, the same lips that had been wrapped 
around another mans prick minutes ago now pressed 
against her king and husband. "Shall we continue, my 
love?" he asked his Elven bride.

"Any time you're ready, my King." Arwen purred, 
brushing against him as she went to her seat, finally 
starting to relax from the morning's heated events.

Moonlight shown in on Aragorn and his bride as they lay 
together in bed, snuggling after a gentle lovemaking. 
Arwen stroked the matted hair of her scruffy king, who 
was quite distracted by the ill turn of the talks 
during the day. "I didn't become King to fight my own 
people." Aragorn lamented, holding Arwen's silken body 
against his, her breasts rubbing against his bare 
chest. 

"They are animals my love, I wouldn't dare to call them 
'your people'." she purred into his ear.

Aragorn huffed, "They are proud and strong, and the 
Shadow kept the threat over them for generations. It is 
not their fault." Aragorn pulled Arwen closer to him, 
rubbing up and down her slender waist, his rough hands, 
somewhat softer now from performing his kingly duties 
roaming over her tight ass.

It was all Arwen could do not to sigh and shake her 
head, her darling husband, so noble and fair, 
apologizing for the idiot savagery of some barbarian 
upstart. She gave him a soft kiss, admiring the 
gentleness while also pitying his weakness. "There is 
still time love, you can make him see reason, bend him 
to your will." she whispered in his ear, rolling her 
ass into his hands. 

Arwen gasped softly, Aragorn thinking it from his touch 
on her body, but indeed it was from the thought that 
entered her, a plan, scandalous and risky on how to 
avert the war. Yes, the barbarian leader would be made 
to see reason, but it wouldn't be by Aragorn. A flush 
of heat going through her body, plans and images in her 
mind, Arwen began kissing Aragorn hotly, her velvet 
tongue plunging into his mouth. Aragorn startled at the 
lusty attack of his wife, but kissed her back hard, 
sucking on her sweet tongue.

Arwen wrapped her legs around him, rubbing his strong 
hot body as she lay under him, rubbing her hot slit 
against his member. "Mmm, Aragorn, love me..." she 
purred, grinding against the hot shaft gliding through 
her silky folds. As he eagerly slid into her delicious 
pussy, she had a flash that it was Tobias inside her, 
jolting out of it and suddenly feeling very guilty and 
sleazy for cheating on her loyal husband the way she 
was.

"Oh Arwen, the way you feel inside, you have no 
idea..." Aragorn moaned in her ear, taking her with 
deep slow thrusts. Arwen wrapped her legs over her 
husband, blinking back tears, telling herself that 
after she ends this thing with Tobias, and carries out 
her plan with Torl, that she will be a good wife, a 
loyal wife. Having beaten back her guilt, for the 
moment, she gripped his strong ass in her slender 
fingers, pulling him into her, moaning as they made 
heated love. She pulled his head to her pert elfin 
breasts, gasping and grinding into him as he licked and 
suckled on them.

"Ellessar...Aragorn..." she whined as her pussy 
exploded in pleasure, cumming wetly around his cock, 
legs tight and gripping around the backs of his legs. 
Aragorn felt every tight squeeze of his wife's sucking 
Elven cunt and jammed in hard, biting on her nipple as 
he shot stream after stream of cum into her hungry 
pussy. Shaking and sweating, he pumped again and again, 
Arwen's hips lifting to take it deeply, the heat of 
their juices mingling in her sweet quim. With an echoed 
sigh, they slumped against each other, falling asleep 
tangled in the messy bed.

The following morning, the two parties were again in 
the council chamber, food and drink was being passed 
about as the two camps milled about, taking a 
refreshment before lunch. The dark swarthy barbarian 
Lord huddled with two of his underlings, one a single-
eyed old battle Lord, and the uncle of Torl, the other 
a crafty fat warrior who had been at Torl's side for 
many a battle. Arwen watched the heavy barbarian 
through the crowd, holding the arm of her king, her 
mind scheming, and her pussy tingling as she made her 
plans. Truly if Aragorn didn't appreciate what she was 
about to do for him... after all, it was for peace in 
the kingdom.

Discretely separating from her king, Arwen glided about 
the room, talking to a few people, before heading back 
to her husbands gathering. As luck would have it, Torl 
and his advisors were in her path. Steeling herself, 
Arwen chewed her lip as she slipped between the men, 
the rough sweaty fur smell of them making her dizzy. 
The looked at her in surprise as her soft body slid 
into the circle, brushing up against Torl and the one-
eyed man. 

"Excuse me." Arwen offered demurely, pretending to 
stumble a bit. Her soft hand slid into the furred chest 
covering of Torl; soft satiny fingers rubbing his bare 
hairy chest. Torl looked down, feeling her hand inside 
the fur he wore. He wasn't prepared at all to feel 
Arwen's fingers curl and nails lightly rake along his 
muscled chest, digging in over his nipple as she slowly 
extricated her hand. The barbarian Lord let forth a 
deep growl, his lust rising, as he stared speechless at 
the Queen's wanton advance. "Sorry, my Lord." 

Arwen's eyes meeting his before she slipped from the 
gathering of men, leaving the stunned and aroused 
barbarian behind. Arwen, dripping under her gown, dizzy 
at the wild risk she just took stood by Aragorn again, 
breathing deeply under her silken gown, smiling 
inwardly as she saw that the huge hairy man was staring 
at her, eyes narrowed and nose flaring, a lustful angry 
look on his face.

Late that night, under the guise of taking a stroll 
before bed, Arwen padded through the dark quiet halls, 
a light satin gown around her body, graceful Elven hips 
sashaying. As she turned a corner she heard and smelt 
the activities of the barbarian delegation drinking and 
bellowing. With her mind consumed by a needy wicked 
desire, she strode into a doorway. 

There, in a small common room off of their quarters was 
the barbarian Lord and his two henchmen. They were 
huddled at a table, drinking and carrying on, ale down 
their dark heavy beards, beating on the oaken planks 
and laughing drunkenly. Torl looked up from his flagon 
and saw the slinky form of the elf Queen standing in 
the doorway. He gazed at her hungrily, remembering her 
hand clawing on his chest in the morning, the sight of 
her making his manhood throb.

Arwen gave the leering brute a coy smile, then 
continued on her way, but only making it a few steps 
before hearing "Queen!", the exclamation shouted from 
within the common room. Arwen, heady with wicked 
desire, turned and stepped back into the smoky dark 
chamber.

"You may call me Queen Arwen, for I have a name." she 
snapping curtly at the huddled men. Torl stood up, his 
hard muscled body lumbering over to her, the smell of 
sweat and ale strong on him, but such animalness 
appealed to Arwen, after all, she did marry a human 
ranger.

"Mmm Arwen then. Have a drink, your guest demands it." 
Torl reached out and put his hand on the small of her 
back, guiding her to the table before she even could 
respond. The two advisors looked at each other warily, 
not comfortable with the way their Lord was treating 
the Queen, putting them all at grave risk.

"Perhaps just a small one," Arwen remarked, curling her 
lip as Torl poured her an ale. Instead of taking the 
new flagon, Arwen took his, drinking from the foamy 
brim where Torl's lips had been, looking at him. Torl 
watched the graceful elf lady drink from his glass, an 
act among his people that only a mate would do, but 
surely she was just an ignorant outlander. 
Nevertheless, the implication aroused him more, the 
thought of stealing the kings treasure nearly making 
him insane with desire.

"You are a bold woman, elf." taking the flagon from her 
hands, putting his lips to where she drank from, 
licking it as he drank, the taste of her on the glass 
sweeter than the best ale. He put the flagon down, his 
hand under the table going over to her thigh, gripping 
it high and squeezing.

Arwen flinched at his mangling of words, 'woman elf' 
indeed, but gasped as she felt her thigh gripped, 
making no move to stop him as he stroked and felt her 
leg through the thin gown. "You men are most brave and 
proud, it would be a shame if this meeting didn't end 
well."

"Your King asks too much, Aragorn would steal lands 
we've had for ages." the fat barbarian elder growled. 
Torl growled at the mention of politics, drinking and 
fixating on the fair creature, his hand rubbing harder 
inside her thigh, her legs parting more under the table 
allowing his thick fingers to get dangerously close to 
her tight crotch.

Arwen breathily responded, "The lands you say were 
those Aragorn wrested from Sauron. You should be glad 
to take what he offers. Would you prefer them back 
under the hand of the orc?" Arwen shifted her hips 
slightly, feeling the Torl's hand brush against her 
pussy, pressing her gown between her parted thighs. The 
one-eyed advisor fixed his remaining faculties on the 
obvious sight of Torl leaning into the Queen, his arm 
moving and obviously touching her out of their gaze. He 
nervously drank, cursing his leader for a fool in his 
mind, even as his cycloptic gaze wandered back to the 
Elven beauty that had enspelled his Lord.

Torl squeezed her leg, then pressed his hand against 
Arwen's pussy, feeling the heat from it, getting dizzy 
with his desire to ravish her. He shoved his flagon of 
ale into her hand. "Drink Queen, then we'll make 
peace." knowing well how to loosen a woman up with ale 
before taking her body.

Arwen drained the mug, leaning back to thrust out her 
perky soft breasts gloriously through the thin silks, 
her nipples clearly poking through it, much to the 
delight of the two advisors watching her display. She 
put the flagon down, her Elven constitution not at all 
affected by the strong ale, smiling and licking the 
whitish foam from her lips. 

The lewd sight was too much for Torl, who dragged her 
into his lap, his angry bulge pressing against her 
slender ass. He gripped her long raven hair, tilting 
her head back and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, 
kissing her wildly as his hand cupped her breast, 
squeezing it hard with his rough fingers. The fat 
advisor gulped and stared at the outrageous act, "Torl 
by the gods!". Seeing Torl undeterred as he gripped the 
slender elf, swirling his tongue in her mouth, he kept 
his head enough to jump up and quickly shut the door to 
the hall, lest the guards see their Queen being all but 
raped by his Lord.

With a gasp, Arwen squirmed in Torl's firm grip, 
tensing from surprise as he pulled her to him and 
kissed her. Arwen's tongue lashed against his, tasting 
his dirty mouth and strong ale, her hand going into his 
dark wild hair, their mouths making hot sucking sounds 
before Arwen pried her mouth back, a line of spit 
between their lips. "Lord Bain, you're too bold..." her 
hips lightly grinding, ass rubbing tightly against the 
thick shaft she could feel throbbing beneath her. Arwen 
turned her head away, seeing the other two men staring 
at them both, leaning against the strong barbarian 
holding her light body.

"Bold...har... I'm no man of the West, that's for damn 
sure." sneering and insult about Arwen's husband as he 
mauled her soft breast. He once again turned her face 
and kissed her roughly, intoxicated more by the feel of 
her pillowy Elven lips and satin tongue than the ale 
he'd been devouring all night. His hands rubbed up and 
down on her breast, squeezing and pulling at the silks, 
trying to get to her bare flesh.

Arwen moaned into his mouth, aware of the other two men 
watching, the thought exciting and scaring her. Desire 
rippled through her body, plans all but forgotten as 
she licked inside the barbarian's mouth, kissing 
deeply, pressing her hot breast into his hands. She 
felt the hard futile tugs against her silks, and with a 
deft move unclasped the shoulder tie, the entire top of 
her gown sliding down to her waist. She felt the hot 
air of the chamber on her body as her pert satiny 
breasts were exposed to the men, Torl's hand quickly 
going to it and rubbing it hard, pinching the nipple 
enough to make her gasp.

Torl grabbed and squeezed her, never having felt 
anything as silky and sweet as her Elven body, his hard 
cock raging in his pants, humping urgently at her as 
she sat in his lap. He pulled back from her mouth, eyes 
ablaze as he looked at her face, eyes closed, lips 
pursed, a wet sheen of his spit around her lips. With a 
violent sweep of his arm, he swept the mugs and plates 
from the table in front of them, picking Arwen up and 
putting her onto it. Torl kicked his chair back and 
stood between her spread thighs, her satin gown bunched 
up past her knees.

Arwen quivered as she scooted onto the table, lifting 
her hips and clawing her gown higher up her legs, she 
knew what was about to happen and wanted it, wanted to 
feel the hardness of this man in her, needing to be 
taken, used, treated like Aragorn used to treat her 
ages ago.

Torl pushed his sweaty pants down, his long hard heavy 
cock jutting out and rubbing against Arwen's thigh. He 
looked down to see her silk gown bunched around her 
waist, exposing her long smooth white legs and soft 
darkhaired pussymound. With a groan he leaned over her, 
guiding his hard shaft to her slit, no time or desire 
to go slowly or gently.

Arwen wrapped her legs around him, crying out as he 
thrust deeply into her, making her back arch, her pussy 
spreading painfully to take the thick invader. Torl 
howled at the feeling of her walls around them, the 
smooth wet silk of her pussy better than any human 
woman, giving her four hard quick stabs until he was 
completely inside her.

With deep tight grinds, Arwen thrust her pussy up, 
tears down her face from the delicious pain of feeling 
that huge cock fucking her. She moaned and ground 
tightly around him, legs crossed over his pumping ass, 
the table creaking as he laid into her again and again. 
Her soft breasts bounced with each thrust, hands 
rubbing the barbarian's strong arms as he fucked her 
wildly, pounding himself so hard inside her.

The two advisors stared, the fat Lord downing ale after 
ale, watching the Elven Queen get violently fucked 
right in front of him, drooling at the sight of her 
lithe body under his Lord. The one-eyed man standing 
and watching, rubbing his groin as he heard Arwen's 
moans and gasps fill the room, mixing with the grunts 
and groans of Torl banging quickly in and out of her 
tight body.

Arwen reached up and rubbed Torl's heavy chest, pumping 
her pussy to take him fully into her, still wincing 
from the deep hard fucking she was getting. She felt 
the hard wood under her ass digging into her as the 
heavy hot weight of the barbarian lay over her, sawing 
his hard cock in and out of her silky tunnel. 

Arching her back, Arwen's long black hair hung down off 
the table, her head tossing about in ecstasy from the 
deep fucking she was getting, her lithe gorgeous body 
slick with sweat, hers and the barbarians that dripped 
onto her breasts and stomach. The fat advisor, dizzy 
with ale and lust at the sight in front of him reached 
over and grasped Arwen's breast, squeezing it, feeling 
her hot nipple. Torl glared at his fellow, but said 
nothing as he focused all his effort on fucking the 
hell out of the amazing Elven pussy that was claiming 
his cock.

Arwen moaned at the feel of the hand rubbing her 
breast, having never had two men touch her like this at 
the same time. The fat sweaty fingers rubbing her more 
as he stood up, coming around to her head where he 
dragged his thick prick from his breeches, pointing it 
at her mouth. Torl groaned, thrusting faster into her, 
making her slide forward and her face bumped against 
the fat barbarian's prick.

Shuddering deeply, Arwen grasped the heavy member and 
sucked it into her mouth, licking the dirty smelly cock 
and bucking her pussy up to the savage pounding in her 
tight quim. Her legs still wrapped tightly around Torl, 
keeping him hard and deep inside her, sucking and 
fucking on the two lust-crazed barabrians.

Arwen couldn't take anymore, the fire in her sweet 
Elven cunt was too much and she cried out around the 
cock in her mouth, cumming wickedly and soaking Torl's 
prick in her slick Elven juices. With tight deep 
grinds, taking him to his full balls she came and came, 
her whole body tingling as the two brutish men used 
her.

Torl grunted and gasped, "Elf bitch... ahh...." seizing 
up as his cock jumped and fired gobs and gobs of hot 
heavy cum into her pussy, spurting so deep inside her. 
Arwen moaned loudly around the fat cock in her mouth, 
rubbing the sweaty balls of the fat advisor she was 
sucking on, feeling her pussy filled with cum and 
making her spasm and gush again. She clenched over and 
over, drawing on Torl's cock to pump more long wet 
sprays of cum deep inside her, sliding her pussy wildly 
against his shaft, moving him in and out of her as he 
came.

Finally he slid back, slumping into a chair, holding 
his aching prick and staring at the elf Queen, spread 
on a table, legs parted, cum oozing from her tight 
wispy pussy as she deeply sucked on one of his fellows. 
The one-eyed brute moved up and seeing Torl still in a 
daze from fucking the gorgeous elf, fished out his 
stiff prick, taking her head and turning it so it 
popped off the cock in her mouth with a slurp.

Arwen dizzy and horny beyond reason didn't even think 
as she turned her head to suck in the other barbarians 
cock, bobbing her head back and forth, then turning 
back to the fat man and sucking his long prick into her 
hot silky mouth. Back and forth she sucked wildly, 
lashing them with her tongue, feeling their large hands 
on her hair, over her breasts, moving her mouth up and 
down their pricks.

Moaning, around the fat mans cock, she felt it swell in 
her mouth, making her hollow her cheeks and suck 
harder, rubbing his sweaty heavy balls. She gasped and 
gurgled as his cock started firing stream after stream 
of hot cum into her mouth, her tongue chasing the wads 
around in her mouth, sucking and drinking his musky 
tasting loads. The man held her face, pumping in hard, 
spurting thick gummy wads of cum into the sexy elf's 
mouth, painting with his wet cum.

Arwen's head was turned rudely making the cock spring 
from her lips, spurting ropes of sticky cum across her 
face and into her black hair as the one-eyed man 
desperately shoved his cock back into her cumsoaked 
mouth. With gobs of the fat barbarians cum still in her 
cheeks, she shook and started rubbing her pussyslit in 
and out, sliding her fingers through Torl's greasy cum 
and rubbing it in and out of her hot Elven pussy. The 
cock in her mouth immediately started gushing, the man 
holding her neck as he pumped his slimy cum into her 
mouth. Arwen growled, dizzy and wantonly as she sucked 
hard and rubbed her wet pussy, her tongue stirring the 
cum around in her mouth, more and more pumping deep 
into her throat.

With hot slurping licks Arwen's mouth overflowed with 
the two mingled loads in her mouth, the cum bubbling 
out between her lips and oozing down her face as she 
sucked and drank from the dirty barbarians cock. She 
rubbed his balls as he moaned in pleasure, emptying his 
cum into the best hottest smoothest mouth he'd ever 
felt. After a long hard cum, he drew back out of her 
mouth, huffing and panting hard. Arwen lifted up onto 
her elbows on the table, body slick and shiny with 
sweat, cum all around her mouth and chin and neck, a 
few ropes of it in her hair, and a copious mess of it 
soaking her silky crotch, slicking her tight Elven womb 
inside.

Torl got up from his chair, grabbing Arwen and tossing 
her over his shoulder like a sack, making her gasp and 
huff, cum falling from her open lips to the floor at 
the abrupt jerking. "That's enough for tonight..." he 
barked to his fellows, taking Arwen into his private 
room and tossing her slender naked body onto his bed. 
He grabbed a cloth and tossed it on her belly. "Wipe 
yourself." staring at her and taking a pull of ale as 
he stripped his clothes off.

Arwen slowly licked the cum from her lips, then used 
the rag to clean off her mouth and chin, wiping her hot 
pussy once before dropping it by the bed. Stretching 
like a cat on the bed, Arwen arched her sore body and 
whispered, "You know, if you make peace, we can do this 
every single time you visit..." rubbing between her 
thighs, starting to remember why she did this in the 
first place.

"My land for you, is that it, elf-wench?" Torl muttered 
as he moved to the bed, stroking his stiff meaty cock.

Arwen looked up at him, giving him her most smoky 
sultry look, one not often seen from one of the elves. 
"If you think it worth the price..." rubbing her slit 
invitingly, spreading her legs more, the heavy taste of 
cum still strong in her mouth and throat.

"Damn you woman!" the Lord growled, grabbing her legs 
and flipping her onto her stomach. "If I'm giving it up 
I'm going to make that bastard Aragorn pay, through 
your ass..." hauling her slender hips up, the bed 
creaking as he moved behind her. Arwen's eyes were wide 
and wild as she felt his cock pressing tightly against 
her ass, shoving and trying to force it's way into her 
nether hole.

"Oh...no..." afraid at what he might do to her, but 
pressing her hips back at his insistent prick. The huge 
barbarian spread her cheeks open and pushed hard, 
groaning as his long stiff shaft ground its way into 
Arwen's sweet ass.

"Graa... elf bitch... ahhh!" The mighty barbarian 
babbled as he shoved hard into Arwen's silky tight ass, 
the feel of her walls constricting his prick. Arwen 
arched her back and cried out, the yelp echoing off the 
stone walls of the chamber as she took the thick hard 
shaft into her hot tight asshole. 

"Mmm....ugh..." Torl gripping two handfuls of dark 
shiny hair, pulling it back, wrapping it around his 
fists as he started fucking Arwen's ass violently. 
"Take my land, I'll take your wife, I'll fuck your elf 
wifes ass!" he bellowed as he raged against Aragorn and 
took it out on poor Arwen. 

Tears rolled down her face, even as she yelped and 
cried and thrust her ass back, hands clawing at the 
bed, moaning and bracing against the deep painful 
thrusts. Arwen's pussy was so hot from this horrible 
treatment that it dripped down her thighs, even Aragorn 
in his prime was never so nasty with her, despite how 
she craved it. She screwed her ass back and forth and 
around on the barbarians cock, grabbing it hard with 
her walls, her pinching making him groan in pain and 
pleasure.

"Arwen....fuck...ahhh..." Torl panted as he slammed his 
huge cock in and out of her ass, pulling her hair back, 
exposing her delicate elf ears as he rammed into her. 
Arwen's hips bucked and bounced as he pounded in and 
out of her ass, making her push back hard to keep from 
falling forward, her soft wet pussy rubbing against his 
balls every time he drove deep inside her.

With a hard push, Torl pressed her down, mashing her 
face into the bed as he leaned over her and buried his 
hot cock balls deep into her ass, her tears staining 
his sweaty musky bed as she felt him bellow and cum 
hard right into her ass. Arwen shook and quivered, 
feeling his cock jumping and spurting thick milky wads 
of cum deep in her ass, spurting her insides, soaking 
in. "Yes... yes..." she whined, as she squeezed on him, 
milking the cum from his balls as he ground in her ass. 
Finally with a gasp he pulled out, flopping onto the 
bed beside her, stinking with sweat, his chest huffing 
as he stared at the ceiling.

The room was eerily quiet for long moments as they both 
lay there, Arwen's ass throbbing inside and full of 
cum. With a glance at the barbarian brute next to her, 
she got up and retrieved a cloth, and dutifully cleaned 
his prick, leaning her head down to lap her satin 
tongue over the cleaned portions. "Mmm... quite an elf 
you are, Arwen..." Torl mumbled as he rested, his cock 
stiffening under her ministrations.

Still quivering from the violent ass pounding, a blend 
of resentment and lust in her for this nasty animal of 
a man, she realized he may just take his conquest and 
still try to have his way. Not about to let this be all 
for nothing, Arwen narrowed her eyes and crawled up 
onto him, holding his moderately stiff member and 
sliding her sweet silk pussy down over it. Torl's eyes 
widened and he groaned at the feeling of being inside 
the luscious elf again, his hands going to her slender 
hips. "Damn woman... again?" his hips moving up to meet 
her as she started grinding up and down.

Leaning over him, her dark hair tickling his bearded 
sweaty face, Arwen purred as she slowly ground her 
pussy up and down his shaft, massaging it with her 
slick gripping Elven pussywalls. "Yes, again, and again 
and again." staring down at him. "And after you make 
peace, I can come to visit your lands..." sliding 
faster on him, eliciting moans as she fucked his long 
hard cock. 

Arwen rolled her hips around, moaning herself as she 
hotly rode the smelly barbarian, leaning down to lick 
his sweaty hairy chest. "We can spend days, nights, 
doing this," getting dizzy and hot at the thought of 
spending nights in a barbarians tent, being roughly 
fucked over and over. Wild images came to her mind of 
fucking other barbarians, sucking the men around the 
campfire, taking their steamy cum into her body, 
feeling it spraying on her and dripping down her 
slender form as she crawled from man to man.

"Ah..ahh..yes...yes..." Torl grunted under her, pulling 
her hips down as he thrust up, Arwen coming out of her 
fantasy as she started cumming on him, her pussy 
soaking his shaft and dripping down over his balls as 
it grabbed down tightly around him, the spasms of her 
crotch making some of his cum leak back out her ass as 
she gushed and rode him wildly.

The barbarian couldn't take anymore and he gripped his 
hair, nearly losing his mind as he thrust up and gushed 
a heavy stream of cum into Arwen's pussy. He spurt into 
her like a fountain, each grind of her pussy making 
another hot sticky rope splatter into her wanton, 
desperate elf slit. Arwen felt each hard spurt and 
bucked wildly, fucking herself hotly onto it, bouncing 
and squeezing deeply to get it all inside her.

After the long moments of their orgasms, Arwen slumped 
onto him, panting, quivering, and exhausted. Torl's 
hands on her ass, cock still inside her as he rasped 
his breath, twitching in aftershocks of lust for the 
slinky elf Queen. Arwen nipped at his chin, purring, 
"Don't forget... don't deny us this..." giving him a 
steamy look as she extricated herself from him, donning 
her gown as he looked at her helplessly, nodding. With 
a clingy look back at him, Arwen slunk from the 
chamber, past the table where she first fucked the 
barbarian Lord and serviced his fellows, and made her 
way back to her chambers, hopeful that her plan would 
work, and dizzy with the wild scandalous act.

The following morning, surprisingly to all gathered, a 
peace was made and King Aragorn was quite happy with 
the arrangement. He would have been less happy to know 
that during the remaining three days of the visit, his 
delicate Queen was ravished nightly by Torl. Tobias, 
having heard that he was being sent to man a remote 
guard post, was distraught at being torn from the elf 
Queen that enchanted him so. He dragged her off 
frequently during his remaining days; Arwen acquiescing 
to his desires and heatedly taking him into her body 
while the King and the barbarians spent time in 
council.

As Arwen watched the barbarian troop leave, she hung on 
Aragorn's arm, waving dutifully. "Torl mentioned 
sending his wives here to visit, he suggested you might 
want to see his lands as well."

Arwen, pursed her lips in a soft smile, "Did he now?" 
clinging Aragorn's arm tighter as she felt the cooling 
spend of Torl dripping down her thigh under her long 
sleek blue dress. 

End

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